Author Archives: amyswords

A friend I trust once told me that God did not leave us here without a map. I used to think that the signs were all around me, just hiding from my everyday awareness (feeling kinda outta touch). Soft focus … Continue reading →

Unbidden gratitude raises my eyes to see more than the face of the moment; I see how odd bits fit together and how I am better for it. This small thing supports my life. I reimagine the gift – and … Continue reading →

Let me not forget the warmth of our love even when I serve your plate cold. Let me live in the home of our heart even when we choose different rooms. Let the law of our love be written by … Continue reading →

We travel across the years, settle on one or a few for a while – resting, waiting. The questions change, never the destination. Deep in the silence between one and another, there’s a faint sound – familiar, comforting. Humming its … Continue reading →

God’s hand is on the door of your soul, awaiting your invitation to receive the gift of divine love. It matters not what you wear or how prepared you may or may not be – you were created for this … Continue reading →

Breaking the pattern, I make no move to fill the silence. Are there signposts in the unknown? Is this solid awkwardness between each breath my presence? Nothing to bounce off, no image to reflect, my own gravity is the foundation … Continue reading →

In darkness my heart waits; its yearning the sound that echoes against the Light. My hand, alone, opens the door between us. Enter, this place You deem worthy, and I will be changed forever. Mary of the Rose

I am invited only. Bending close, I hear the sigh from your heart, and witness the miracle of God’s Will. Mary of the Rose